After the Rebirth, She Became Mr. Song’s Little Ancestor

When Ji Ming opened his mouth, he had already handed over the document bag folded into a brick shape.

Looking at the heavy paper bag, Tang Li didn't reach out to take it.

With doubts in her heart, she looked up at Ji Ming again.

Ji Ming explained: "Mr. accidentally learned that Miss Tang has not paid this year's sponsorship fee, so he ordered me to withdraw 50,000 yuan from the bank and send it to Miss Tang in case of emergency."

Seeing that she wanted to ask more, Ji Ming took the lead: "I don't know how much more. What the gentleman wants to do is not something I can ask casually."

Tang Li didn't want the money hypocritically.

Taking the file bag, she asked, "Has Mr. Song always been doing good deeds?"

Ji Ming was slightly startled, and then said, "Sir, he worships Buddha."

In other words, he is indeed a great man.

But if he is really pure and naïve, why would he just pass by and already sit firmly in the top spot of the Ministry of Finance?

Tang Li did not say these words.

The pursuit of power reflects the desire of human nature.

Ji Ming left school and went to Yunqi Villa, where Song Boyan lived alone.

Yunqi Villa is located at the foot of Fengyun Mountain in the outskirts of Kyoto. It is built on the mountain and has excellent feng shui. It is rumored that it used to be the palace of an emperor in ancient times. The courtyard is praised by Feng Shui masters as "the image of the dragon flying in the sky".

Not only is it a private house, but also because of its noble status as the owner, the security work has always been extremely strict.

The car appeared at the foot of the mountain, and the huge black wrought iron door slowly opened.

The winding cement road is hidden between the rocks, and the green pines on both sides are vigorous, echoing the purple linden sticking out between the stone cracks. Not at all decadent.

The mountain stream outside the courtyard, braving the gurgling white mist, shows the unseasonable spring.

Ji Ming got off the car and went directly to Houshan Lake.

As soon as he walked through the courtyard corridor, he saw Song Boyan walking by the lake.

The lake was shimmering with sunlight, and the man suddenly stopped and looked at this natural lake and sea with his hands behind his back.

Hearing the sound, Song Boyan turned around.

This time, without waiting for Song Boyan to ask, Ji Ming took the initiative to tell: "The money has been delivered to Miss Tang."

"Did she ask anything?"

Ji Ming paused and said, "Miss Tang asked if you often do good deeds?"

Song Boyan smiled when he heard the words.

"I didn't ask you anything else?"

"Gone."

Song Boyan continued to walk forward, and Ji Ming followed.

After a while, Song Boyan's mellow voice sounded again: "You go back to the Ministry of Finance later and cancel the afternoon meeting. The reason is that I am not feeling well."

Jiming nodded in response.

Perhaps because he had accumulated too much confusion in his heart, he couldn't help but ask, "Mr. and Miss Tang knew each other before?"

"In the early years in southern Yunnan, it was considered a one-sided relationship."

After a long time, Song Boyan answered.

In fact, Ji Ming did not expect that the husband would tell him the truth.

Standing by the lake, Song Boyan couldn't help thinking of the bloodstained appearance of the girl at noon. She was more embarrassed than last night. If she hadn't known that her biological father was Li Wenyan, she might not have been able to recognize her in Li's study last night.

The thin and clever girl in those days now has a lot of facial features, but she still vaguely has the shadow of the past.

After eight years, Song Boyan still remembers that when he woke up from a coma from a gunshot wound, the little girl with a ponytail pressed her little dirty hand to his thin lips, heard the constant footsteps outside, and was dripping with nervous sweat. , but didn't care about running away, and whispered in his ear: "As long as you don't make a sound, I won't suffocate you!"